My Story and an Invitation

extraordinary writing

When I was ten I wanted to be an archaeologist. I’m not sure if it was the idea of climbing through ancient ruins or the thought of making a world-shaking discovery that became my carrot; whichever it was, it didn’t happen. Instead I fell in love with the power of words andwent on to become a writer.

Over the years, I researched and wrote about whatever caught my fancy – from  astronomy and aerospace to genealogy and technology. After a time, though, I realized that the things I loved writing about the most centered around the past. Few things gave me as much joy as writing about the places that witnessed the great events of history:  the spot where Crazy Horse rode into captivity, the chamber where Franklin and Adams turned the world on its ear, or the southwestern pueblo Coronado visited five hundred years before I walked the same ground.

At first, I wrote for magazines – small trades mostly, until  I built enough of a portfolio to sell to nationals. For a few years I wrote steadily for Astronomy magazine and then later became a contributing editor at Family Tree Magazine. During that same period I sold photos to accompany several articles, including a favorite I shot of an annular eclipse while standing knee-deep in the Pacific.

At some point – strangely I can’t remember when – I focused on business writing. I wrote for  corporations, higher education, medicine, aerospace, and even a military service academy. I became adept at writing web copy and analyzing websites to find flaws in conversion and marketability.

A Life, Changed

Then, something happened. I read a blog post by a novelist who confessed that writing no longer gave him joy. I spent most of the day thinking about the post, pondering all of the “stuff” about my own writing that had been simmering below the surface. That evening it  came bubbling out in a wash of clarity

I realized – just like the novelist – that writing no longer gave me joy. In fact, if you had  asked me on that very day how I liked being a writer, I would have answered “it’s just a job”. Sometime in the last ten years I had stopped loving what I do – and that’s about as soul-sucking as it gets. No wonder I couldn’t remember the last time I jumped out of bed, eager to get into my day.

That same night I must have dreamt about the novelist because I woke up pre-dawn, wondering what had become of my passion. The answer was simple – business writing didn’t feed my creativity and now, all these years later, I wondered if I was even capable of writing a beautiful sentence.

It was in that moment that I made a decision. No longer would I add content to the blog I didn’t feel was helping anyone or that didn’t give me some amount of pleasure, nor would I seek out work that I didn’t believe in; instead I would go back to my roots and write as beautifully as I could; the craft would become my guide.

My Invitation

I don’t profess to know much about extraordinary writing, but I know it when I see it – and I know that years ago I wrote a handful of articles that were so good I could hardly sit still. I want to feel that way again and I invite you to join me. If you’re tired of writing articles, books or web content that’s flat and (as my friend Jessica Macbeth would say) fizzy-less then join me here.

I invite you to share writing that’s extraordinary – whether it’s a single sentence, a poem, or a paragraph you’re proud of.  Or a line you read that’s so good you had to call up a friend just to share it.

I’m going to be inviting guest bloggers to share their thoughts on the Art of Extraordinary Writing.  I’ll also be posting articles about what I’m learning on the journey. And once in awhile you’ll see my silly Instagram images – all reflecting the daily life of being a writer.

If this sounds intriguing, join the Revolution. Let’s discover just how beautiful our work can be.

Image courtesy Anita Ritenour

{ 28 comments… read them below or add one }

Alison cross July 14, 2013 at 2:33 pm

Can’t wait to read the blog posts, Nancy!

Ali x

Joshua July 14, 2013 at 4:16 pm

Thanks for this beautifully written post. You’ve given me a lot to think about. Like you, I’ve fallen into a bad habit of “just writing” instead of writing with a sense of mindfulness.

Jessica Macbeth July 15, 2013 at 11:48 am

There must be something in the air, in the stars, in the water. I feel like I’ve been sleepwalking for years. In my case, illness brought it on–my energy plummeted and then stayed down. But something is finally re-awakening. I’ve been reading things that excite me. The other day I wrote:

Here I am this morning:
reading Mary Oliver,
having fits of ecstasy
at the beauty on the page —

and feeling that
I have wasted my life.
I am 75 and *still*
cannot write so exquisitely!

And *then* I went on to write something I actually like, that gave me joy. And then I hid it in the depths of my computer. I don’t know where this is going, but I thank you so much, Nancy, for the invitation to share our journeys with you and others. I’m excited about this.

thewriter July 16, 2013 at 9:21 am

Jessica – I so appreciate your comment and your journey. Just happy that we’re exploring the depths of beautiful writing at the same time – and together :)

OkeWriter July 16, 2013 at 1:04 pm

Your post has made me think carefully. I am also trying to make a living writing, and I realised after reading your post that I have become so focused on producing articles ‘to order’ that I have also stopped enjoying writing. So I’m going to spend some time thinking about how I can change this. Hopefully soon I will have something to share

Isa July 16, 2013 at 6:17 pm

Once Up On Time, or perhaps it was just pretend. Sometimes pretending makes it so. Pretend with me – once we were all there, all of us, even you.

kevin July 16, 2013 at 6:48 pm

this is the first sentence in a piece I am writing for a contest I want to enter….what do you think? be brutal and honest if necessary…

“I almost got hung for stealing a horse.”

Elisabeth Casavant July 16, 2013 at 7:57 pm

Thank you, Nancy, for sharing your reflections about your life as a writer. I appreciate the personal touch that you gave to this post. I look forward to read further posts from you as well as exchange ideas and thoughts on the art of writing.

Mary Miller July 17, 2013 at 2:21 am

Hi Love,
I would love to join you on this journey, if I may. As a Dyslexic, often times, I get lost just trying to get the words I hear in my head down on paper, without loosing the continuity or flavor…can have some of the flavor, but certainly still feels like I *miss* the tenor of what I feel, if this makes any sense. Thanks for the invitation and to Jesa for publishing this on Facebook for me to find you.

thewriter July 18, 2013 at 8:43 am

Mary – I’m so happy that you found your way here. Serendipity.

I think that losing flavor or continuity would be difficult – especially if you can hear the words in your head. Hope to see your work here soon.

Nancy

thewriter July 18, 2013 at 8:44 am

Hi Elisabeth – I, too, look forward to exchanging ideas about the art of writing. I think we all get pushed so much towards commercial success that we lose sight of how much we really love the words.

Nancy

thewriter July 18, 2013 at 8:45 am

Kevin – being brutually honest :) Your first line makes me wonder if you’re writing a western . . . and what happened that you DIDN’T get hung!

I think as long as the reader has questions and wants to know “what happens next”, you’re in good shape.

Nancy

thewriter July 18, 2013 at 8:46 am

Isa, I still start some of my stories with “once upon a time”. I think it must be embedded somewhere in our psyches!

Nancy

thewriter July 18, 2013 at 8:47 am

OkeWriter – Thank you for posting this. Those of us who make a living writing really HAVE to keep a balance between “just work” and “love of words”. I look forward to your thoughts – don’t hesitate to contact me.

Nancy

mand July 20, 2013 at 12:39 pm

Same happened to me. The thing I wanted to be when I was eight, though, was a writer. Y’know how if you are writer, you never can be not-writer? Well, I stopped being at the age of 42.

I’ve had “fallow periods” over the years (hate the word “block”!) but this was completely different. No fear that it may never come back, not even any interest in wondering why it happened. It took me maybe six months to realise and then I just walked away from everything (published poetry and an article, completed novel, professional online presence, ever-growing online writerly network…) without looking back.

Still haven’t looked back. Still no sense of can’t-not. About anything. It appears I’m content without a Life Purpose, without a This Is What I Am.

It’s odd when I do think of it. But I don’t think about it much! You see why I won’t be joining in your aim of writing the beautiful and extraordinary; but don’t worry about me. :) I’ll be reading to find out whether this hiatus/ending(?) matters or not, and whether there’s some other What I Am for me.

mand July 20, 2013 at 12:40 pm

PS. I meant I’ll be reading THIS BLOG to find out…! :D

thewriter July 20, 2013 at 6:23 pm

Thank you for taking the time to leave your story. In a way I envy your “walking away” without looking back. Some days it’s tempting but until I know which direction to head, I’ll probably just try to make sense of it all. You’re brave – that’s for certain – and I hope to hear what other “am” you discover.

Nancy

mand July 21, 2013 at 6:46 am

Well Nancy, I’ve done far braver things than this. I wasn’t making my living from the writing so it wasn’t all that difficult to walk away. In fact I had no say, it was such hard work doing any writing. I still attend the local group but only with (very) old work that hasn’t seen the light of day!

Could be several years before I Am something else. In theory it could be the visual arts, or something like counselling which I suppose is still word- and expression-based. Or it could be nothing at all – as non-vocation-driven people are, I hear… ;) I’m ever so lucky not to have any anxiety or impatience around it!

thewriter July 21, 2013 at 4:20 pm

Lucky you are, indeed! Whatever path appears, happy journey :)

Nancy

Nirwan Jhapali July 29, 2013 at 7:10 pm

That’s nice of you, Nancy. Looking forward to write something for you site.

thewriter July 30, 2013 at 10:21 am

I would love to see what you create.

Morish Dev July 30, 2013 at 1:09 pm

Nice site i love it..

Inspirational Quotes August 12, 2013 at 11:57 am

Bless you and thank you for the post. Following your heart is the best way to be creative.

thewriter August 12, 2013 at 12:17 pm

Thank you for your kind comment. It’s most appreciated.

Ann Christensen August 21, 2013 at 2:35 pm

Nancy, Your words are very timely. I too have made some major life decisions. In the words of Jack Dobson in the movie “The Titanic”, Here’s to making it count!
I am deciding on which ebook to focus on next and hope to use your website as a place to share. Thanks so much!

Nancy August 21, 2013 at 2:56 pm

Ann,

I am going through such self-examination over this issue. I really don’t want to continue writing about things that don’t matter. How does a working writer balance that with actually “working”?? Love to hear about your next ebook – and yes, please do share!

ereksiyon hap? February 15, 2014 at 2:39 am

Thanks for this beautifully written post. You’ve given me a lot to think about. Like you, I’ve fallen into a bad habit of “just writing” instead of writing with a sense of mindfulness. :)

Venus review March 24, 2014 at 7:10 am

Thank you for posting this. Those of us who make a living writing really HAVE to keep a balance between “just work” and “love of words”

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